immortalized | up all night

{ from here. }

They were beautiful and I was mesmerized by their talents. I was helpless against my own heart. And perhaps a little more alarmed than most. I am shy to admit that I had spent a notable amount of my earlier life visiting such establishments with services of flesh and sensuality, but I was never there to engage, and the options provided at the time were not palatable for me. { can't say that he saw many men up in the brothels in early-Victorian England. Ambrose might have caught sight of more promiscuous men in the very backstage he resided in, than any club or bar. }

I cannot help the weakness I have for beauty, though. They were rather exquisite, life was flowing out of them in abundance.

However, the music was quite dreadful. { he can objectively appreciate any genre in the art form, but...choppy techno remixes of existing songs are just...a bane on his existence. }

If I knew I could make you absolutely besotted by me by undressing and sliding up sensually onto your lap, I would have done it ages ago. How did I not know this sooner? [It's terribly hard to probably tell if he's joking or being serious. It's probably a mix of both, actually.]

It's really hard to tease you about these kind of things when you're so bloody earnest about it. There's just no fun in it.

Honestly, strip clubs aren't really my thing. The music and atmosphere aren't really my thing. Call me old fashioned I suppose.

I find myself doubting that is something you would do in my company, and I would expect your fearlessness to accomplish many things. Displaying physiques aside, you are captivating with your clothes on still, regardless if you have a musical instrument in your hand.

I fear this isn't the first time I've been told that. I really am so terrible.

Call you old fashioned? { can Ambrose really help himself from laughing? } What does that make me then?

Whatever it is, I suppose it puts us in a similar boat. I would agree; if I would wish to admire men dancing sensually, lacking in clothes, I might opt for a different mood and tone. Ideally not a stranger, too.

But it was increasingly hard not to want to take a small bite out of them while I was there. I'm pleased for not getting myself banned for good.

I can't tell if you're putting yourself down or what, but I'm offended that you would think I wouldn't. I have exposed myself to lesser men than you. Besides, you say such honeyed words without even prompted. It's very hard not to be a bit mesmerized.

You're a natural charmer, you know. It's hard not to feel my heart flutter when you say such wonderful things about me. I do love being complimented.

[Ambrose must surely know that Cain is laughing.] Absolutely ancient. Though you have aged wonderfully, my darling.

We can arrange that you know. Perhaps not men, but tasteful music and ideally not a stranger. I don't know how much longer I have to be subtle and just flat out offer. Well, there it is.

And what do you know, biting has never been a problem for me.

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tfln; prohibitions

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